I smoke an entire pack of Kamels.
Chad smokes an entire pack of menthols.
We’re sitting on the porch of the H-O-T.
"I love going normal places when I’m tripping," Chad says.
"I know, me too. I felt like we were on a conveyor belt."
"I can see that," he says. "Do you still feel that way?"
I check the ground. "No."
"You were talking some crazy shit when you were over there with MJ."
"Was we? Was we. I like it that way, with the was. Was we walkin was we talkin some ] s t r a n g e [ shit when we was..was we?"
"You was."
"Who all is in there? Did more people come over?"
Chad shakes his head.
"It seems like more people now."
"Does it?"
"It does to me."
"Why don’t you invite Jules?" Chad says.
And I say: "Did you invite Ash?"
"She’s on her way," Chad says.
"She is??" I ask, and we both fall over laughing.